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Fic Outtake: Small Mercies IV
A thousand words today, but these are not among them:
To him, Haldir had been an incidental player on the stage of his awareness, a familiar face who escorted him up and down the winding staircase to Caras Galadon, but to her, he had been a trusted subordinate, perhaps even a companion. He had been her marchwarden for three thousand years, and before that, he had come of age beneath the golden boughs. Who can say how deeply their connection had run? Mayhap he had played with Celebrian as a boy, or maybe she had midwifed him into the world and heard his first indignant cries.
Even if there were no truth to these idle suppositions, it is no easy thing to send a man to war and meet his eyes when he returns, or to meet the eyes of his widow when he does not. Unseen ears ring with the echo
To him, Haldir had been an incidental player on the stage of his awareness, a familiar face who escorted him up and down the winding staircase to Caras Galadon, but to her, he had been a trusted subordinate, perhaps even a companion. He had been her marchwarden for three thousand years, and before that, he had come of age beneath the golden boughs. Who can say how deeply their connection had run? Mayhap he had played with Celebrian as a boy, or maybe she had midwifed him into the world and heard his first indignant cries.
Even if there were no truth to these idle suppositions, it is no easy thing to send a man to war and meet his eyes when he returns, or to meet the eyes of his widow when he does not. Unseen ears ring with the echo